I took care of us and did the best I could. I tried everything to make her stop drinking and try and other things with her life but nothing ever worked. She just couldn't forget about my father and apparently she loved him that much.
It was only the two of us. It was a lonely life. Unlike spending my time like other teenagers I spent my time mostly taking care of my mother.
Then one day i came home from school and found her completely immoble on that couch.
At first I thought she was just alseep that she would wake up soon enough. So I went about my day and went to my room to do my homework.
It was in the evening when I came down to make dinner that I noticed she didn't stand up to stand up to use the bathroom or move at all.
I slowly approached her in the couch to pale, skinny figure. I checked her pulse and the truth became clear. She was dead.
